Caught and Released

You surely noticed

the lake became my lover today.

I am not easily seduced, but I, too,

have a weak-kneed one within

who lied today in its loving arms

and alternated between

melting and hardening.

I felt my body become a

wave’s plaything

as it danced me out to

deeper reaches.

Putty in its damp, blue hands,

my new lover

tousled my hair with wispy fingers,

serenaded with splash and wake,

titillated with glittery, sunbursting reflections

And carried me back to concrete

with dry, salty skin

and a mind having been

made love to.

I am thankful that it was you

watching it all,

watching me fall

from the other side of your

one-way window into my world.

You, with that aesthetic vision…

You, who knows my need for distance in tiny amounts…

You, who understands, respects, indulges…

You, for whom it may be unthinkable

to scorn me for my taste in lovers.

Yours is such a warm

heart to swim back to

after being caught and released.